We won’t be led to slaughter
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This is self-genocide
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It’s the hand of the people that’s getting tenser now
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And when we rise up…
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Woo, I feel it coming down because
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You lived your life in the sunshine
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You bought your way out of Hell
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You paid the toll with the souls of your people
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Then you absconded to the tower up on the hill
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Until way down in the valley
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You heard a terrible sound
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The killing noise that just followed you closer and closer
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Until it found you out and read the charges that brought you down
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You took the names of the masters
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You burned your children for Baal
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Hey, you sold your sons and your daughters for silver
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And gave over everyone and everything for your will
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You made a whore of the struggle
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You made a joke of our shame
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So this time we’re gonna break down the breakdown of meaning
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This is a final execution
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It’s our endgame
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We won’t be led to slaughter
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This is self-genocide
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It’s the hand of the people that’s getting tenser now
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And when we rise up…
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Woo, I feel it coming down
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When everything that was solid
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Finally melts into air
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And the champagne runs sour
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Will we finally have your ear?
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It should be murder for murder
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For what you did to the cause
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It should be straight retribution
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But we’re your flesh and your blood
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We’re your fate and your fortune
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The promise you couldn’t keep
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Reconcentration of power
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The terror under the street
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We are the fight for survival
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The sum of all your defeat
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The sum of all your betrayal
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The love that you’d have to die just to feel
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We won’t be led to slaughter
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This is self-genocide
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It’s the hand of the people that’s getting tenser now
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And when we rise up…
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Woo, I feel it coming down
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«I'm not the pig» |